Living with Farmer H is an adventure. Sometimes it requires a pith helmet and hip boots. Sometimes is requires a suspension of belief. The belief that Farmer H possesses common sense.
Last night, as I was thinking about typing up the boys' weekly letter, I heard Farmer H's phone ringing. It’s right over my head, you know,
plugged in on the bathroom counter, in the master bathroom one floor above my dark basement lair.
So I heard it ring, and the La-Z-Boy clank
shut, and Farmer H’s footless ankles clomping to the bathroom. But I never heard him
answer. The ringing stopped. Footless clomping back to La-Z-Boy, which cranked
THIS HAPPENED FOUR MORE TIMES!
Sweet Gummi Mary! Why he didn’t just answer, or take
the phone out to the table beside the La-Z-Boy after the second time, I don’t
know. Being highly suspicious after a request involving my chicken and dumplings (which may appear elsewhere, in good time), I went
to the bottom of the steps and hollered, “What’s
going on with the phone?”
“I don’t know! It’s some 660 number that I don’t know. I answered it once,
and a guy said, ‘I’m going to rent a U-Haul trailer.’ I just hung up on him.”
“Well, it’s probably a scammer. They
try to see if the number is active. You mean it was a real guy? Not a recording?”
“He had an Indian accent.”
“Scammer. You can block that number,
you know. And report it as spam. Even if it’s someone thinking you rent U-Haul
trailers, like some people think you’re Lowe’s…you can block them so they can’t
Seriously. Even I know
how to do this!
“Yeah. My phone can probably do that.”
Just then it rang again, at 9:12 p.m., and Farmer H stumped off to get the phone
out of the bathroom. Scammers aren’t supposed to call after 9:00, you know! And at the rate this one was calling, we'd get about 239 more before I was done resting my weary head.
I'm assuming Farmer H got that number blocked, because the ringing stopped.
Sometimes, when people call thinking he's Lowe's...Farmer H gives them hardware-y information, just to mess with them.